This is a song about "Vodka train"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

I'm ridin on this money train to heaven

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Going to train on spiders

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Customize a server instance like a model train

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Everyday we line up for that one train/

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

My verse caged with puffed rage made one train